Research means hitting wrong notes

January 30, 2009

Fabliau - It seemed like a good idea at the time

So down they laid; got right to itThe devil found hell quite a tight fitQuoth Abilech: "He hurts hell so!"Quoth Rustico: "That pain will go."

And so it did, and many timesAs often as the church-bell chimesAt noon, they served our God the LordA pleasant penance, neither bored.

And so it was in days to comeThat Rustico knew he'd been dumb.Our Abilech enjoyed the deedAnd would him to the bet-mat lead"Come, Rustico, now no more restFor we must serve the Lord our best.I think we've rested quite a spellLet's put the devil into hell."

The hermit ate but weeds and grass.To keep up was a busy task,So, despite his youthful age,He found he could not earn his wageIn this work she asked for him.In fact, he started feeling pretty grim!